Wings of Steel
This mighty bird of prey
That's born on wings of steel
Will hunt most every day
But unable to feel
From the time that he starts
On his mission he flies
The terror he imparts
Raining death from the skies
His one single vision
With his eyes full of wrath
Such brutal precision
Destroys all in his path
Wipes the blood from his wings
When his mission is done
Then he joyously sings
And sails into the sun
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